You might hear from old people wishing they'd done more, you don't hear from young people who died while climbing mountains, swimming rivers, or ...er ... eating ice cream.
Which is to say: how cautious or not to be at any point in time is actually a very complex judgement. Seizing the day and living in the moment are important, but so is planning ahead, thinking about the future, practicing restraint at the right times and knowing when not to eat ice cream.
You don't hear about the people who stayed at their "secure" job as opposed to joining a more risky venture, only to lose their job the next month.
> how cautious or not to be at any point in time is actually a very complex judgement.
I think people are taking what was said a bit too far. You can do very safe mountain climbs and see some awesome views, and safely swim rivers near shore, You can reasonably live without taking absurd risks.
It is, but it isn't as drastic effect as say the survival bias from war or something. The logic being that under today's circumstances, many people live to grow old without the serious threat of from large scale war, famine and disease. In other words, there is survivor bias, but it is significantly diluted by the fact that almost everybody survives. For survivor bias to be significant, you have to have a lot of people not survive.
The people who did live that way and suffered a career-ending injury, or were killed in some dodgy third world country, or simply died a pauper - nobody cares about their advice.
Common and dangerous.
On the other hand though, I think it's just biological imperative. Statistically, young men (up to around 25 perhaps) are simply reckless and take stupid risks. They make the best soldiers (less fear for their life), extreme sportsmen etc., but obviously some of them end up dead or disabled.
(wingsuits are dangerous!)
Several high-level wingsuit flyers were profiled in a short film called "The New Birdmen". I was struck by the calm rationality most exhibited in their commentary.But then, many insist on flying extremely close to terrain, and that's where things go sideways. I'm the type who would be perfectly content to never be closer than 10+ meters to terrain, but that's not their mindset. Several pioneers shown in the film suffered deaths, none (apparently) from equipment failure.
Are they really that much more dangerous than parachuting? I know they have more fatalities but wingsuiting is only more dangerous because people take more risks with them and fly close to the ridgeline(typically you only get into wingsuiting if you are an experienced parachute operator). Similar to in rock climbing with typical roped climbing vs. free soloing(sans ropes).
So yes, wingsuits when used in the way that wingsuits are almost always used are inherently dangerous.
I only rock climb but wouldn't it still be fun to be in the air for a longer time even if you are not close to objects? I think the wingsuit craze of flying near objects has more to do with being bored of the normal parachute experience.
I'm less than half the author's age, and I already regret eating too much ice cream and not enough beans.
And without trying will you ever know?
If I were able to live my life anew, In the next I would try to commit more errors. I would not try to be so perfect, I would relax more. I would be more foolish than I've been, In fact, I would take few things seriously. I would be less hygienic. I would run more risks, take more vacations, contemplate more sunsets, climb more mountains, swim more rivers. I would go to more places where I've never been, I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans, I would have more real problems and less imaginary ones.
I was one of those people that lived sensibly and prolifically each minute of his life; Of course I had moments of happiness. If I could go back I would try to have only good moments. Because if you didn't know, of that is life made: only of moments; Don't lose the now. I was one of those that never went anywhere without a thermometer, a hot-water bottle, an umbrella, and a parachute; If I could live again, I would travel lighter.
If I could live again, I would begin to walk barefoot from the beginning of spring and I would continue barefoot until autumn ends. I would take more cart rides, contemplate more dawns, and play with more children, If I had another life ahead of me.
But already you see, I am 85, and I know that I am dying.
Edit: Not sure who the author is. I've seen it attributed to Jorge Luis Borges, but am pretty sure that is incorrect.